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Pagina 14
... winds And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those , that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ; ' tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age ...
... winds And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those , that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ; ' tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age ...
Pagina 20
... wind in that corner ? -Act 2 , Sc . 3 . Bene . A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age . Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour ? No , the world ...
... wind in that corner ? -Act 2 , Sc . 3 . Bene . A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age . Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour ? No , the world ...
Pagina 24
... wind , thought , swifter things . - Act 5 , Sc . 2 . Biron . Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief . Act 5 , Sc . 2 . Biron . Mirth cannot move a soul in agony . - Act 5 , Sc . 2 . Ros . A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of ...
... wind , thought , swifter things . - Act 5 , Sc . 2 . Biron . Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief . Act 5 , Sc . 2 . Biron . Mirth cannot move a soul in agony . - Act 5 , Sc . 2 . Ros . A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of ...
Pagina 25
... home in pail , When blood is nipp'd , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tu - whit ; Tu - who , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . The . When all aloud the wind doth blow , LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . 25.
... home in pail , When blood is nipp'd , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tu - whit ; Tu - who , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . The . When all aloud the wind doth blow , LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . 25.
Pagina 26
William Shakespeare Edmund Routledge. The . When all aloud the wind doth blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw , And birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then ...
William Shakespeare Edmund Routledge. The . When all aloud the wind doth blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw , And birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 108 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Pagina 43 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Pagina 141 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it ; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth scapes i...
Pagina 110 - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Pagina 120 - gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden. That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Pagina 79 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Pagina 145 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Pagina 33 - 11 begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Pagina 148 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Pagina 108 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.